Only 11 days until we get to find out if Baby Baker is a Baker boy or Baker girl.
I am impressed by and happy for folks (lots of my friends do!) who wait. It must be the greatest surprise ever! I am thinking that I'll be surprised enough when a human being passes through my hoo-ha to come into the world, so we're finding out. Also, I already have color palettes picked out for the nursery and bookmarked on my browser.....control issues? Mayhaps.
It will be the first time I get to see the babe. Since I'm not high-risk, my doctor hasn't given me one yet so far. I can hardly contain myself. I want to see everything--its little feetums and nose, its little bum. I just know I'll cry.....everything makes me cry these days. Today my dog laid down on the grass in the sun and looked up at me like, "This is great" and I cried. Lord, help me!
I think about names a lot. I have ideas. We have ideas. We bounce the same ones around all the time, pairing them with different middle names.
I've always wondered why people are so secretive about their names. I used to think we're gonna find out as soon as its born, anyway. I'm also way too much of an open book about everything else in life, so I figured, why not?
So, we started telling people our name ideas, and now I understand.
Opinions, opinions, opinions. Obnoxious ones for the most part. Like,
You can't name it that. It will get beat up.
That's so old-fashioned. Are you sure?
And I feel like saying,
Oh, I'm sorry. Is this your child that I've been cooking for the past 5 months?
And with that, I would like to admit to the whole world that I was wrong when I thought people were weird for keeping their names a secret. I am going to be a name secret keeper. Because, for the record, we made this kid, and by golly, we're gonna name it what we want whether you like it or not! Hmph!
Stepping down off of that box, I'm freaking excited. I feel blessed. Like, really blessed. I know that there are women in the world who are having trouble getting pregnant right now. Some of them are even my friends. So even though I'm constipated and hormonal and achy and I have hairs on my belly, I consider it pure joy. I pray every day that God doesn't let me forget how blessed I am to be growing this person.